Can anyone recommend a good online dream journal?

I know, I know, I could just do it here--but I know that some of the dream-specific ones have additional functions.

I've looked at a few online but am unable to tell which are the good ones :).

A wolf's head. (Possibly a coyote.)

I've now got the new LiveJournal Messenger. My Windows Live ID is hearthstone@livejournal.com. Sign up now and we can chat!

Dear CNN,

It is not "breaking news" that Michael Jackson won 13 Grammys.

Really, it isn't.

"Breaking news" means new news. Presumably important news, but at least new news. Not every bit of Michael Jackson info you've dug up from the archives.

Having a movie night with the kids. Well, not a movie night exactly, just that's what we call it when they get to stay up late-ish. We're watching the National Geographic channel, which is featuring strange fish shows--the exploding whale is on now, and then there's a show on various fish with creepy teeth. These are things that appeal to children, don't let anyone tell you differently.

I'm working further on the Nerthus shawl while this is going on--just changed to the second color, which is always kind of neat. I'm not sure how much I like the white bits in the tweed, but we'll see how it turns out.

I guess I can watch the news again, now that most of the Michael Jackson brouhaha has moved from news channels to entertainment channels. Too late to see much about the Iran elections, unfortunately. (You know, even BBC America did something like a whole hour on MJ! That, I found disappointing.)

Read Brubaker's Catwoman today, very nice. Illustrated by Darwyn Cooke, also very nice. Very noir. Fun stuff.

Nanna
Hail to Nanna, strong-hearted bride of bright Balder,
most loving of wives, most faithful of consorts,
most steadfast and devoted of lovers. Nanna,
courageous one, daring one whose perilous journey
would strike terror into other hearts; Nanna,
compassionate one, gracious one whose presence
brings comfort to all, whose gentle, certain hand
builds order from chaos; Nanna, resolute one,
balanced one whose steady heart creates a home
in any place you go, no matter how foreign,
no matter how desolate, no matter how alone.
Nanna, strong one, quiet one, whose gift of belonging
can soothe and enliven, cheer and console. Nanna,
who lightens heavy hearts, who brings together
those who have parted, we honor you. Hail Nanna!


Jord
Hail to Jord, mother of Thor who gave to her son
her strength and her solidity. Goddess of dirt
and sturdy stone, of moss and roots and buried bones,
of seed and stem, of cave and plain, of every patch
on which we step, on which we live our lives. Upon
your flesh we stand. We laugh and weep, couple and contend,
suffer the bitter and savor the sweet,
birth our babies, teach our children, bury our dead.
All our joys and sorrows, all that we love and fear,
all that we ever know, all comes from you.
Mighty Jord, encompassing goddess, we honor you.

I started on the Nerthus shawl today; I'm using Lopi, which is gorgeousgorgeougorgeous and looks very organic, but is not exactly soft. It'll make a great outdoors shawl, though! I'm making the Feather and Fan from Folk Shawls, Icelandic yarn and an Icelandic pattern, kind of cool.

Quick note--things are hectic (and anxiety-producing but I'm managing all right, mostly).

We won't be at Trothmoot this year, due to both the distance and all the other stuff we've got going on at the moment.

(Speaking of traveling or not, I knew summer was coming when the price of gas went up 60 cents in about a week. :P Insane.)

Will try to post again sooner rather than later.

Picking up stitches is the biggest pain in the ass I've yet encountered in knitting. It's not that it's hard, it's that it's soooo tedious.

Remind me not to choose any more projects that involve picking up stitches.

Guess that means no socks. I doubt my eyes would let me see to do it with tiny sock yarn, anyway.

Gah.

I'm still not exactly sure what to do with my DreamWidth journal. So far (as with this entry) I've mostly been just writing the same thing both here and on Livejournal, but I imagine the novelty of that will fade soon enough.

The thing about that is, most of the folks I've added to Dreamwidth's Flist-equivalent are also on my LJ Flist, so I don't want to make people read the same damn thing twice. I know some folks are giving up LJ for DW, but a lot are using both. And to be honest, I just don't have enough to say to write new and clever things for two journals, you know?

Or maybe I'm worrying for nothing. I know that I don't mind seeing the same thing in two places (I just skim or skip it the second time I see it) so maybe others don't either?

In the mean time I suppose I will continue to double-post. Because I can.

Question: if something happens to a particular post on DreamWidth that I've double-posted to LJ, does that post disappear on LJ as well? I'm assuming not, but then the internet is a dark and mysterious place.

So I did decide to get a Dreamwidth account after all. Not sure exactly what I'm going to do with it, but figured there was a fair chance I was going to want one, and wanted to make sure I had the username I like.

So if you know me here and want to look me up there I'm at:

http://hearthstone.dreamwidth.org/

In case you didn't hear about it, Yahoo is closing down Geocities later this year. (No, they don't have an alternate free hosting site--but they do encourage users to switch to their non-free service!)

I know a lot of folks have old websites on Geocities with material they may not have archived elsewhere, so if you do, you might want to go get it before it's gone.

What is this "Dreamwidth" of which you speak?

Up late, knitting. Decided to check the weather online before bed.

Supposed to snow tomorrow.

Well, at least we lost a fair amount of what was already there this week.

And it's better than the ice storm we had Tuesday (schools closed on account of 1/4"+ ice everywhere).

It's not like we expect an end to winter until at least late April. But we can hope.

I was reading posts made to a mailing list, I don't remember which one, and someone mentioned that they often did their devotions "in the shower," in a self-deprecating sort of way, as if this was something to be embarrassed about.

I'll add myself to the list of people who have done that on occasion.

As a parent, I've found that there are times when the only time you have alone during the day is the time you spend in the shower. It's more of an issue when the kids are younger, but even when they're older there's no guarantee of alone time at any point in the day. Granted, I've been interrupted in the shower as well--you know, like when someone needs to know where the grated cheese is right now! However, generally speaking, shower time is quiet time. Usually no one tries to engage you in conversation (apart from the occasional grated parmesan emergency). If the phone rings, someone else will answer it, and take a message if it's for you.

I imagine that the same holds true for many people with roommates. Or pets, for that matter.

So if you want to be able to focus during your devotions, the shower can be the single best place to do it.

No need for embarrassment. Seriously, sometimes it's the best choice.

Tomorrow, pysanky-making in the afternoon, drumming (well, I'll be knitting, others will be drumming) in the evening.

If you haven't been to the Skittles page lately, check it out. Oddest marketing ploy I've ever seen, mainly because the content of it is totally out of corporate control. Interesting, though.

I haven't done any knitting in ages so am making a hat out of cheap Red Heart yarn to retrain myself in the basics.

New president!

(Most of this is old, but the last bit is new; I'm posting it all so I don't only have it on the computer here.)

Hail to Odin, ruthless seeker of wisdom,
far-seeing persuader, bender of what will be.

Hail to Frigga, exacting mistress of the home,
seeress and spinner whose gifts weave through our lives.

Hail to Thor, strong-armed defender of Midgard,
red-bearded rain-bringer, faithful friend of mankind.

Hail to Sif, golden-haired goddess, dear wife of Thor,
treasure of the gods, bringer of life to the cold earth.

Hail to Frey, giver of wealth of gold and grain alike,
of peace and protection, of joy and of pleasure.

Hail to Freya, who stirs sweet desire and keen-edged strife,
seeress, sorceress, strong-willed holder of war-dead.

Hail to Tyr, one-armed granter of justice deserved,
Thing-warder, wolf-binder, strong-minded foe of chaos.

Hail to Skadhi, sharp-minded huntress, winter's maid,
bow-woman, vengeance-seeker, shining bride of Njord.

Hail to Ullr, snowshoe god, friend of hunters,
unsurpassed, glory of the gods.

Hail to Eir, soft-handed healer, gentle goddess
whose touch brings relief from ills of all kinds.

Hail to Heimdall, constant guardian of bright Bifrost,
keen-eyed giver of clear thought, father of men.

Hail to Nerthus, ancient and unfathomable,
holder of the black earth and of the seeds within.

Hail to Njord, fair-footed husband of fierce Skadhi,
friend of sailors, seacoast-dweller, giver of wealth.

Hail to Bragi, foremost of skalds, rune-tongued master
of inspiration's fire, of wordcraft's labor.

Hail to Idunna, keeper of the treasured fruit
of youth and vigor, radiant renewer of life.

Hail to Forseti, law-giver and law-keeper,
arbiter, peacemaker, mender of fences.

Hail to Hella, host of our beloved dead,
inevitable one to whom we all will go

Hail to Aegir, best of brewers, best of hosts,
master of the dark sea depths and all they hold.

Hail to Ran, ocean-queen, keeper of Aegir's hall,
stirrer of storms, both bane and reprieve of ships at sea.

Hail to Balder, brightest son of farseeing Odin,
final hope of the gods, final hope of all the worlds.

Hail to Nanna, bold-hearted bride of Balder,
strong one, true one, holding fast to hearth and heart.

Hail to Jord, deep-souled mother of red-bearded Thor,
enduring holder of breath and blood, sea and stone.